A fellow called yesterday in need of a survey. He purchased about 17 acres that was once part of a 40-acre aliquot part a few years back. Now, he wants to know exactly where his boundaries are. Sounds easy enough. Have him nail down the address, while I do an online search of the County GIS. Took one look at the shape of the tract and asked, "Did you purchase that from Webb?" Surprised, he said, "No, but the seller referred to it as the Webb Place when we bought it."
Instantly, my mind went back to being the surveyor on that job in 2001. On the first trip there we had driven up to a wire gate that separated hay ground from pasture ground. Got out of the pickup for about three minutes to eyeball where we needed to go to set the north line. As I turned to get back in the pickup, I looked down and saw that my jeans appeared to be moving on their own. It was hundreds (thousands?) of miniature deer ticks. Did you ever get the urge to jump into a fire? I did? You can't knock them all off because you can't see all of them. OMG!
Obviously, we completed the job, but only after soaking ourselves down with enough bug repellent to knock us on our backs kicking our limbs about like a dying bug.